Free sheet music
Foster, Stephen CollinsStephen Collins Foster
United States (USA) United States (USA)
(1826 - 1864)
73 sheet music
46 MP3 - 21 MIDI
All sheet music
Composers
Members Historic All

"For more than 20 years, we have been facilitating legal access to free sheet music. If you appreciate and use Free-scores.com, please consider making a donation."

About / Member testimonies





Old Black Joe (Vieux nègre Joe)

Old Black Joe
Easy version for Piano solo and voice eventual
Stephen Collins Foster


Piano solo
Skill :
Rate :

ViewDownload PDF : Old Black Joe (Vieux Nègre Joe) (1 page - 34.66 Ko)776x⬇
Log in or sign up for free
and participate in the Free-scores.com community :






assign an heart (and thus participate in improving the relevance of the ranking)
leave your comment
notate the skill level of this score
add this score to your library
add your audio or video interpretation







Composer
Stephen Collins Foster
Stephen Collins Foster (1826 - 1864)
Instrumentation

Piano solo

Style

Country - Bluegrass

Arranger
Publisher
Stephen Collins Foster
Zencovich, Antonio (1953 - )
LyricistStephen Collin Foster (1826-1864)
LangageEnglish
Date1860
CopyrightCopyright © Antonio Zencovich
Source / WebLiedernet
Added by anan, 22 Nov 2015

LYRICS
Gone are the days my heart was young and gay,
Gone are my friends from the cotton fields away,
Gone from the earth to a better land I know,
I hear their gentle voices calling "Old Black Joe."
CHORUS
I'm coming, I'm coming, for my head is bending low:
I hear those gentle voices calling, "Old Black Joe."

Why do I weep when my heart should feel no pain,
Why do I sigh that my friends come not again,
Grieving for forms now departed long ago?
I hear their gentle voices calling "Old Black Joe."
(CHORUS)

Where are the hearts once so happy and so free?
The children so dear that I held upon my knee,
Gone to the shore where my soul has longed to go,
I hear their gentle voices calling "Old Black Joe."
(CHORUS

TRADUCTION EN LANGUE ITALIENNE (Antonio Zencovich):

Sono passati i giorni in cui il mio cuore era giovane e allegro,
sono andati via i miei amici dai campi di cotone,
partiti da questa terra verso un’altra migliore, lo so.
Sento le loro dolci voci chiamarmi: “Vieni, vecchio negro Joe!”
CORO:
Vengo, vengo, perché il mio capo si sta chinando in giù.
Sento quelle dolci voci chiamarmi: “Vieni, vecchio negro Joe!”

Perché piango, quando il mio cuore non dovrebbe provare pena,
perché sospiro, se i miei amici non tornano più,
addolorandomi per volti scomparsi da tanto?
Sento le loro dolci voci chiamarmi: “Vieni, vecchio negro Joe!”
(CORO)

Dove sono i cuori un tempo così felici e liberi?
I bambini tanto cari che tenevo sulle mie ginocchia,
fuggiti sulla riva dove la mia anima ha sempre desiderato di andare.
Sento le loro dolci voci chiamarmi: “Vieni, vecchio negro Joe!”
(CORO)

0
comment



Report problem